The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn

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[SLGF id=1088]The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Tall Thin Peter Flynn, who was quite popular among his family members, first for being the only boy in the rather large family, and second for possessing, ever since a child, an abnormally long and skinny cock, has finally, to everyone's sheer delight, turned 18! And right there to celebrate the occasion are his mean and controlling mother and his wild and wide-eyed sisters. In most families, this would be a joyous, yet harmless affair. For the Flynns, well, this was going to be anything but harmless. This was going to be downright hardcore. WARNING: THIS EBOOK CONTAINS INCEST! LOT'S OF MOTHER-FUCKING INCEST! LITERALLY!

The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Super Jack Pack 1 (Episode 1 to 6)Super Jack Pack 1 (Episodes 1 to 6) *Get 25% off coupon code*

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Peter Flynn was in the midst of a lovely and wonderful dream. He was in a video game tournament. A major event. He was playing Super Jack. And he was nearing the world record. Then he suddenly awoke.

Peter opened his eyes and there she was, his mean mother, with her big soft lips bobbing up and down on his tall thin, 11-inch cock.

"Mother?" Peter exclaimed, embarrassed.

Dorothy Flynn, a sultry 48 year old woman with dark features and large breasts, dressed in only a bra and panties, quickly pulled Peter's long cock out of her mouth and said, "Happy birthday, my tall thin Peter!" Then she quickly recommenced her son's birthday blowjob.

It was the morning of Peter's 18th birthday.

Peter was a tall, thin boy, about 6'3", with a very low tolerance against adverse weather and germs and thus sickness. Given his frail way, Peter didn't lead a very usual life for a 18 year old boy. He didn't take part in outdoor activity, as far sports and whatnot. He preferred the indoors. And things that occurred indoors like watching movies, playing video games, and role-playing games. Most of these things he did with his best friend, Jerry Tyner, who lived further down their country road.

Unfortunately, Peter's mother, who was quite cruel and quite over-protective, didn't allow much time for Peter to do these things. She kept him busy with his home-schooling lessons, his abundant household chores or whatever else she wanted him to do in and around the house.

As Peter lied there, his Mom still bobbing on his cock, Peter rolled his eyes, trying not to dwell on how good his mother's plump wet lips felt on his cock. Instead, he preferred to think about going to the Shazam Arcade in town and playing Super Jack and what it would be like to get the world record.

Then, to Peter's considerable dismay, his wild and wide-eyed sisters suddenly spilled into his room with various salutations and birthday sentiments. Or at least half of his sisters.

In total, Peter had 10 sisters. Rebecca 32, Lilly 30, Margot 29, Beatrice 27, Missy 26, Fiona 25, Daphne and Dylan 23, Chartreuse 21, and Simone 19.

In the room was Rebecca, Beatrice, Missy, and the twins Daphne and Dylan.

Peter's mother unmouthed his cock and sat up, laughing with some of his sisters, who were running around and jumping on Peter's bed. His sisters were dressed in various forms of sleep attire, mostly long shirts and panties or thin lacy nightgowns.

Then, one sister, Beatrice, stepped lightly over to Peter and lifted up her nightgown and slid herself and her juicy pussy down on Peter's tall thin cock. Beatrice's eyes widened, as she felt Peter's long cock rub up against places inside her she never knew existed. Already about to come, Beatrice immediately started riding her baby brother with reckless abandon. Peter's mother and his other sisters watched intently, laughing at times, seemingly over-excitedly, and seemingly at Peter's expense.

Peter's eyes widened.

"He's coming!" Daphne shouted and pointed, amused.

The other sisters repeated excitedly.

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It was nearing 11pm and Peter and Dorothy were zooming down the country roads, on their way back home. Dorothy was livid, spewing venom directed at her friends, Carol Weller and Zola Ertz. Dorothy was accusing them of everything under the sun, but mainly of trying to turn her son against her, which, of course, they weren't trying to do at all. Nonetheless, Peter wasn't about to try and correct his mother or defend his Aunt Carol. When his mother was like this, it was better for all involved to let her exorcise her demons. So, amidst his mother's tirade, Peter glanced out the window, putting his mother's voice in the back of his mind.

Before long, they were pulling into the drive.

"Come along, Peter," Dorothy said as she hurried out of the car and headed for the door. "Mother's going to need your help."

"Okay," Peter said, with the majority of his attention landing on the fireflies, fluttering and lighting up around the yard.

Though his mother's orders were to rejoin her in her bedroom ASAP, Peter slipped into his bedroom, hoping to linger there as long as his mother would allow. There, he noticed Fiona lying in his bed.

"Hi, Fi," Peter said.

"Hey," Fiona said, sitting up gingerly. Fiona's body still wasn't fully recovered from her night with Mother, or more specifically, Rex. "I thought I might sleep with you tonight."

"I think Mother wants me with her tonight."

"Oh, she does?" Fiona said, looking pissed.

"Yeah." Peter nodded. "I'm going to help her with Simone." Peter smiled.

"Are you happy about that?" Fiona asked, surprised.

"Oh. No." Peter thought about it. "I just wanna fuck Simone. I like how crazy it makes her."

"Peter, what Mother does isn't fucking. It's wrong. It's borderline rape."

"Really?"

"Yes. I for one am glad Simone destroyed Rex. I would have done it myself. If I knew where she kept it. And if I could fucking walk properly."

"Is that so?" Dorothy said, as she appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a long black see-through robe. Her large breasts were sagging a little and her bushy dark-haired pussy was on display.

With one look at his mother, Peter could feel his balls beginning to tingle. This annoyed him.

"Fiona, when will you girls learn?" Dorothy asked. "All you're doing by hiding or destroying Rex is making me have to go out and buy a new one. And for some reason, whenever you girls make me have to do that, I always buy one a little bigger than the last."

Fiona shot out of Peter's bed and stood up to face her mother. "If you're not careful, Rebecca and Lilly won't be the only girls to leave home. If you're not careful, you're gonna be the only one left living in this big house. And then who are you going to manipulate and abuse?" Fiona stormed out, moving the best she could.

Dorothy stood there shocked.

Peter was equally shocked, as he stared at his mother standing there frozen.

Dorothy, in a daze, walked over to Peter's bed and sat down.

Peter watched her, wondering what she might do. He never knew what she was going to do. Ever.

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn Episode 1Episode 1 (featuring Peter's mother: Dorothy Flynn)

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Peter Flynn was in the midst of a lovely and wonderful dream. He was in a video game tournament. A major event. He was playing Super Jack. And he was nearing the world record. Then he suddenly awoke.

Peter opened his eyes and there she was, his mean ole mother, with her big soft lips bobbing up and down on his tall thin, 11-inch cock.

"Mother?" Peter exclaimed, embarrassed.

Dorothy Flynn, a sultry 48 year old woman with dark features and large breasts, dressed in only a bra and panties, quickly pulled Peter's long cock out of her mouth and said, "Happy birthday, my tall thin Peter!" Then she quickly recommenced her son's birthday blowjob.

It was the morning of Peter's 18th birthday.

Peter was a tall, thin boy, about 6'3", with a very low tolerance against adverse weather and germs and thus sickness. Given his frail way, Peter didn't lead a very usual life for a 18 year old boy. He didn't take part in outdoor activity, as far sports and whatnot. He preferred the indoors. And things that occurred indoors like watching movies, playing video games, and role-playing games. Most of these things he did with his best friend, Jerry Tyner, who lived further down their country road.

Unfortunately, Peter's mother, who was quite cruel and quite over-protective, didn't allow much time for Peter to do these things. She kept him busy with his home-schooling lessons, his abundant household chores or whatever else she wanted him to do in and around the house.

As Peter lied there, his Mom still bobbing on his cock, Peter rolled his eyes, trying not to dwell on how good his mother's plump wet lips felt on his cock. Instead, he preferred to think about going to the Shazam Arcade in town and playing Super Jack and what it would be like to get the world record.

Then, to Peter's considerable dismay, his wild and wide-eyed sisters suddenly spilled into his room with various salutations and birthday sentiments. Or at least half of his sisters.

In total, Peter had 10 sisters. Rebecca 32, Lilly 30, Margot 29, Beatrice 27, Missy 26, Fiona 25, Daphne and Dylan 23, Chartreuse 21, and Simone 19.

In the room was Rebecca, Beatrice, Missy, and the twins Daphne and Dylan.

Peter's mother unmouthed his cock and sat up, laughing with some of his sisters, who were running around and jumping on Peter's bed. His sisters were dressed in various forms of sleep attire, mostly long shirts and panties or thin lacy nightgowns.

Then, one sister, Beatrice, stepped lightly over to Peter and lifted up her nightgown and slid herself and her juicy pussy down on Peter's tall thin cock. Beatrice's eyes widened, as she felt Peter's long cock rub up against places inside her she never knew existed. Already about to come, Beatrice immediately started riding her baby brother with reckless abandon. Peter's mother and his other sisters watched intently, laughing at times, seemingly over-excitedly, and seemingly at Peter's expense.

Peter's eyes widened.

"He's coming!" Daphne shouted and pointed, amused.

The other sisters repeated excitedly.

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 2 (Featuring Peter's Aunt Rose Singer)Episode 2 (featuring Peter's aunt: Rose Singer)

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"Hello there!" Aunt Rose said as she closed in on Peter.

"Hi!" Peter said and smiled and stood up.

They embraced.

"You're getting to be so big!" Aunt Rose said, stepping back to look him over.

Rose Singer was a bit younger than Peter's mother. About 42. She had big facial features, like eyes, nose, and lips, with medium length curly brown hair. She was short and very skinny, with a pretty nice sized bust and rear. She was wearing a white, loose camisole top and a long, black, flowery skirt, and black grunge-type boots. Stylish attire for the era.

"It's only been a few months since Christmas and I think you've grown at least a couple inches," Aunt Rose said and smiled in disbelief.

"Maybe," Peter said, marginally embarrassed.

"I see Dorothy is keeping you as busy as ever," Aunt Rose said, scanning over the many stacks of folded laundry. "Look at all of this."

"Yup. All separated by owner." Peter pointed at the stack of clothes Aunt Rose was thumbing through. "That stack is Missy's."

"How do you remember who owns what?"

"I just do. I've been doing my family's laundry my whole life. Sometimes it seems like I know my family's laundry better than I know my family."

"Oh, Peter, that sounds terrible." Aunt Rose shook her head. "We need to get you out of here. And I mean, now! How does the arcade sound?"

"Are you kidding?" Peter's eyes lit up. "That would be awesome!"

Aunt Rose smiled.

"Wait. Should we ask Mother?"

"Why would we do that? She might say no."

Peter smiled. "Just give me a few more minutes. I've gotta get this laundry upstairs and put away."

"Nonsense! Time's a-wastin'. We got a birthday to celebrate! We've got video games to play! We've got pizza to eat! Besides, all this laundry will still be here when we get back."

"Okay!"

Peter and Aunt Rose headed to town in Aunt Rose's silvery, black striped Camaro, with the stereo blasting Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Screaming Trees etc.. Though most of Aunt Rose's contemporaries were still listening to classic rock or the hair bands from the 80's, Aunt Rose had a pulse on the present, when Grunge was bursting onto the scene.

They went straight to the mall arcade. As soon as Peter walked into the Shazam Arcade, he was flooded with the relentless sights and sounds of the place. Peter paused, soaking it all in.

Super Jack, his favorite game, was occupied. But Peter loved the game so much he didn't mind just watching the guy who was playing it. The guy looked about 19, real muscular with a tight t-shirt and sweats, looking as if he just came from the gym, where he was doing his body workout and now he was doing his mind workout.

"You like this game?" the guy asked, glancing at Peter in the corner of his eye.

"Oh yeah, it's my favorite," Peter said. "I dreamt about it last night."

"Damn, you really do like it." He shook his head.

"Yeah, in my dream I was gonna get the world record."

"What happened?"

"I woke up because my Mother was giving me a blowjob," Peter said, deflated.

"In your dream?" the guy asked, looking square at Peter.

"No," Peter said, shaking his head. "In my dream, I was at a world championship video game tournament in the midwest. Like Indiana or Illonois or somewhere like that."

"So..." the guys asked, visibly appalled, "Your mom was really giving you a blowjob?"

"Yeah. It's my birthday," Peter said, confused why the guy was so confused.

"That's sick." The guy completely forgot about his game, letting Super Jack get hit by a coconut and dying.

"You mean sick as in cool?" Peter asked.

"No. I mean sick as in sick."

Peter nodded, confused.

The guy took off.

Peter stepped up to the game, wondering why the guy would leave with two guys left. Peter thought to let the guy's two guys die so Peter could start fresh. But he couldn't do that to Super Jack. So, Peter put his token in the machine, adding a credit, and continuing where the guy left off, trying to ignore the fact that if felt weird to do so.

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Episode 3 (featuring Peter's sister: Fiona Flynn)Episode 3 (featuring Peter's sister: Fiona Flynn)

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Peter and Fiona were standing in their mother's room, which was what anyone did in the Flynn family when they were awaiting punishment.

Dorothy Flynn entered from the master bathroom. She had a long black and red silky see-through robe on and nothing else. She strolled over to her big bed and climbed in. Then she looked up at her two children. "I'm not sure if I understand you kids. You take what should be a joyous occasion and turn it into something bad. An opportunity to behave badly. I just don't understand."

"Mother?" Fiona said. "Why are we here? What horrible thing have we done this time?"

"Fiona! Why do you insist on fighting me in almost every situation. All I do is try to give my children a happy and loving environment. Fiona, what have I done to deserve this contempt?" Dorothy asked, nearly in tears, as she spread her legs and fidgeted nervously, or by force of habit, with her glistening pussy lips.

Fiona didn't say anything.

"You are one of my most talented children. You are a gifted musician and songwriter. I've never been either. I'm sure you're going to go far with your talents. But that's all in the future. For now, we need you to be the sweet daughter and sister we all love in this family. Not the wisecracker. Those things are hurtful. And spread negativity in our house. We love you being here. Living here. And I'm sure you like living here rent-free. All we ask in return is for you to be the sweet daughter and sister we know you can be."

"Okay, Mother."

"So, why don't you take your top off and those obnoxious jeans off and come up here."

"Okay," Fiona said and smiled over at Peter. Fiona pulled her top off and wiggled out of her tight, torn-up jeans, as her large ass slid free. Underneath, she was wearing a blue bra and panties. She climbed onto the bed.

Dorothy opened up her robe and spread her bare legs further apart.

Fiona didn't notice at first, but once she did, she knew what she was supposed to do. She crawled over to her mother and lied down with her face between her mother's legs and gently licked her mother's hairy pussy lips.

Dorothy closed her eyes and sighed.

Peter felt his cock growing.

"Peter?" Dorothy said.

"Yes, Mother?" Peter said, startled.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry?" Peter said, unsure.

"Is that a question?"

"No. I mean. I'm sorry."

"That's better." Dorothy closed her eyes again. "Peter, you're a man, now. And given that you are, I'm sure I don't have to spell it out for you what you did wrong. So, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"I'm gonna do what you tell me to."

"Good. But are you going to tell me you're sorry or are you going to show me?"

"Show you."

"And what are you going to do right after?"

"I'm not sure."

"What did you forget to do before you went out with Aunt Rose?"

"The laundry. I'm gonna go get the laundry and put it away."

"Good, Peter. Now, I wanna see you in your boxers. As soon as you are ready, I want you to come up here and help your sister."

"Okay, Mother."

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 4

Episode 4 (featuring Peter's girlfriend: Elena Costa)

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Peter was lying there in his sister Simone's bed, while she slept soundly on top of him. Every so often, amidst her deep sleep, Simone would adjusted her position, grinding her slippery wet pussy against or along Peter's thoroughly spent cock.

Peter watched her closely, as he held the pink phone receiver in his hand. Then he dialed Elena's number. After a few rings, there was an answer.

"Hello?" a girl answered.

"Hello," Peter said lightly.

"Who is this?" the girl said.

"Peter."

"Who are you?" the girl asked, sounding suspicious.

"I'm Peter Flynn," Peter said.

"Yes. But why are you calling?"

"I'm calling because I would like to talk to Elena."

"Oh. Elena is in bed. It's past 10."

"Oh."

"Would you like to leave a message?" the girl asked.

"Could you tell her tomorrow when she wakes up that Peter Flynn called. It's my birthday. And for my birthday, my best friend, Jerry, gave me a Little Mary cherry pie and a candle and I made a wish and blew it out. Only, I can't tell her what I wished for because it might not come true. After I blew out the candle, Jerry told me to flip over the piece of paper and Elena's name and number were written on the back. Jerry told me to call her. He said whenever I'm not grounded, which is a lot, we can all go on a date, the four of us. Me, Jerry, Elena, and Elena's cousin. Jerry told me I should call her and get to know her first. And so I did."

"Peter?" the girl said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Wait here. Elena might be up still."

"Okay."

Peter waited. While he waited, he ran his fingers through Simone's hair and gently rubbed her head while she slept. He thought how thankful he was that this was Simone sleeping on top of him instead of Margot or Fiona. Simone was very light. And since she never wore clothes, she was even lighter. In fact, she wasn't that far off from being a blanket.

"Hello?" a different girl's voice said.

"Hello," Peter said.

"This is Elena," Elena said. "Is this Peter? Peter Flynn?"

"Yes. How'd you know?"

"My sister told me."

"Oh. That was your sister?"

"Yes. Maria."

"Oh. Okay."

"You know Jerry?" Elena asked.

"Yes. He's my best friend."

"Yes. And he is dating my cousin, Theresa."

"Theresa. Okay."

"What do you look like?" Elena asked.

"I'm tall. Thin. Skinny. I have dark brown hair. And dark eyes. I'm not very muscular. In fact, I'm not sure if I have any muscles."

Elena laughed.

"What do you look like?" Peter asked.

"I'm short. Thin. Not super thin. And I have long dark hair and dark eyes."

Simone adjusted her position again, half-asleep, grinding her soft and slippery pussy against Peter's cock, reaching down to squeeze and jerk him.

"Oh!" Peter said, surprised by the sudden pleasurable feeling. "What do you like to do?"

"I like to read. I like swimming. I love to go to the beach. I'm very good at cooking. And I like to draw. What do you like to do?"

"I like video games. I love going to the arcade. I like pizza. That's what I did today. Today's my birthday."

"Oh, happy birthday," Elena said.

"Thank you."

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 5

Episode 5 (featuring Peter's sister: Lilly Champlain)

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Peter stood by while his mother knocked lightly on Lilly's apartment door. After a couple more knocks, Dorothy pulled her keys out of her pocketbook and quietly and gently inserted the key in the lock and turned the knob. Then she stepped lightly inside and held the door for Peter.

Once inside, Dorothy was peering down at Lilly lying passed out on the living room floor. The TV was on. Popcorn and beer cans were scattered around.

Lilly was lying on her back, wearing only a small jean jacket and white lacy panties. Her long blond hair was spread out underneath her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape. Her arms were spread out and so was her jean jacket as her large breasts and small pink nipples rested on her chest. Her legs were together and turned to the side, as her large ass lay before Dorothy and Peter.

Dorothy looked her over with disgust.

"Is she all right?" Peter asked, concerned.

"Yeah," Dorothy said. "Just passed out."

"What should we do?" Peter knelt down, afraid to touch her.

"What did you have in mind?" Dorothy smiled down at him.

"I just wanna help her."

"She doesn't need our help." Dorothy shook her head. "How are you supposed to help someone who refuses to help themselves?"

"Well, maybe we should just go." Peter said, as he stood up and looked down, with his eyes full of sadness.

"We can go as soon as you go get your birthday present."

"What? Really?" Peter said incredulously.

"Yes, Peter. That's why we're here."

Peter was confused.

"Go fuck her. Hurry up. I don't wanna lose our reservation."

Peter nodded reluctantly and walked back over to Lilly.

"Hurry up, Peter," Dorothy whispered angrily.

"Yes, Mother."

Before Peter could kneel back down, his mother suddenly grabbed his arm.

"I don't want you to get your nice clothes dirty," Dorothy said. "Who knows what's on this floor. Take your shirt and slacks off and give them to me."

Peter complied.

Dorothy folded them and held them in her arms. Then she crouched down and pulled Peter's semi-hard cock out of the slit in his boxers and immediately started licking his cockhead and stroking his shaft. Dorothy leaned in and lifted her son's cock up and licked and sucked on each of his balls, letting them swish around in her mouth. Peter was losing the feeling in his legs as his cock grew fast and long. Dorothy raised her hand to have Peter pull her up. He did so. Then she gestured for Peter to go on.

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 6

Episode 5 (featuring Peter's sister: Lilly Champlain), Episode 6 (featuring Peter's mother's friends: Carol Weller & Zola Ertz)

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Peter and Carol gazed into each others eyes, feeling each other's pulse through their warm, wet, surging sex organs.

Carol Weller was his mom's best friend since high school. Someone incredibly close to the Flynns, who used to babysit him, who was like a second mother to him.

While they continued to watch each other's eyes in silence, Carol slid her shirt off, followed by her bra, unfurling her large breasts and pink, rock hard nipples. By far, Carol's tits were the biggest Peter had ever seen. Just the sight of them was enough to make his cock leak with precum, which dribbled down the length of his cock. Zola watched the drop with hungry eyes, but not wanting to intrude on Peter and Carol's endearing moment.

"As long as Zola has waited for this, I've waited even longer," Carol said. "I've been waiting since you were just a little guy. From way back when I got to change your diaper. Believe you me, Peter, we used to all line up to change your diaper. We all wanted to get a peek at your not so little friend. And as you grew up, we were all filled with wonder about you and what your big beautiful cock was up to. We all wondered how big it was. And wondered what it would be like to fuck you. And now you're 18. All grown up. A man. And your cock is so beautiful and so big, I can just imagine how wonderful it would feel inside me."

Peter was wondering when she was going to do just that. His cock was beaming with anticipation.

"At the same time all these thoughts are running through my head," Carol said. "I have to remind myself I am a trained therapist. And I'm very good at what I do. I help people who need a little mental help, to get through various hurdles in their life, big or small, so they can live happy and healthy lives. That's what I do. And as I'm sitting here, my pussy soaking wet, wanting to fuck you so bad, I have to think, what about you. What about Peter? What does Peter want? What is best for Peter?" Carol massaged her big fluffy tits, pausing to give her long nipples a firm pinch and twist.

Peter was mesmerized.

Carol moaned with desire, closing her eyes momentarily, before eying Peter again. "So Peter, what do you want? What would be the best thing for you? What would be the healthy thing?"

"I don't know?" Peter said.

"That's what I was afraid of," Carol said.

"What?" Peter asked, confused.

"Peter, I refuse to be like the other women in your life."

Peter smirked, looking first at Carol, then Zola, for assistance figuring this out.

"No. I won't do it," Carol said. "While you are in limbo, still trying to figure out what you want, or what is best for you, I won't be like the other women in your life and presume to know what you want, or what is best for you." Carol shook her head.

Peter felt even more confused, now. He had an urge to cry.

"However, since your mother has put us in this precarious situation, giving you to us with blue balls, we should do our best to alleviate your pain." Carol said, glancing down at Peter's cock and suddenly sliding her fingers around the shaft and stroking him upward.

Peter's eyes glossed over slightly as Carol's soft hands pleasured him.

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 7 (Featuring Peter's Sister Simone Flynn)

Episode 7 (featuring Peter's sister: Simone Flynn)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 8

Episode 8 (featuring Peter's grandmother: Arielle Flynn)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 9

Episode 9 (featuring Peter's sister: Margot Flynn)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 10

Episode 10 (featuring Peter's girlfriend's cousin: Sierra Flores)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 11

Episode 11 (featuring Peter's aunt: Carol Weller)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 12

Episode 12 (featuring Peter's neighbor: Lindsay O'Leary)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 13

Episode 13 (featuring Peter's best friend's sister: Belinda Tyner)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 14

Episode 14 (featuring Peter's girlfriend's mother: Theresa Costa)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 15

Episode 15 (featuring Peter's girlfriend: Elena Costa)

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The Implausibly Cruel Life Of Tall Thin Peter Flynn: Episode 16

Episode 16 (featuring Peter's sister: Rebecca Addison)

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